I warn you. We have hit max capacity stress levels. There’s a whole heckofalotta stuff rollin’ around in this old brain-o-mine and, frankly, I’m starting to crack at the seams.
If we all lived on a (yellow) submarine, this is what we’d be hearing right now: CLICK ME. Yup, that’s the sound of an impending something-terrible and you better get ready because chances are this isn’t going to end well for anyone within earshot. And I should know, because that sound has been blaring through the grey matter between my ears for the last three days.
Be afraid; be very afraid.
Rather than even try to elaborate further on this particular topic, I decided to do what I do best: get creative.
If my brain could hop out of my cranium with a fist full of crayons and make you a picture describing what it feels like to be stuck inside my head, this is what it would look like.
And since, in fact, my brain pretty much DID make this picture, well then… Dear readers, my brain made this picture, just for you:
In case you couldn’t quite make out what my brain was trying to convey, here’s the script:
OMGYOUGUYS.IAMSERIOUSLYGOINGCRAZY. No really, I am. My therapist told me so. IHAVESOMUCHTODOANDITJUSTNEVERENDS. IDON’TEVENHAVEAMINUTETOSTOPORBREATHEORTHINK. IJUSTHAVETOKEEPGOING,GOING,GOINGBECAUSETHEREISSOMUCHTODOANDIJUSTCAN’TSTOP.
oh look, a little yellow flower. how sweet. …
ooooh, i like that girl’s shoes. i’ll have to remember to put those on my shopping “to do” list…
hmmm, you know what would be nice and relaxing right now? working on my knitting project…
Still confused? Yeah, me too.
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